Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The sleeplessness is out of control.

Lu Mingfei took into account the gap between dragon personality and human personality when he first created the method. Chu Zihang's growth takes time, so he set a gate for the sleepless method. After entering the stage of death battle, every time The battle will end before Chu Zihang can no longer survive, to prevent his spirit from collapsing in the endless cycle of death.

But at this moment, the gate is gone.

The current situation is actually a combination of evil spirits and dense fog in the inner world, reacting with Chu Zihang's sleepless method. It is not only Chu Zihang's spiritual cultivation method that provides energy for this death battle space, but also Li's spiritual cultivation method. The turbulent emotions of the world Silent Hill.

One is an evil spirit, originally born from the anger of a pure-blooded dragon, and the other is a thick fog, which is essentially the pain manifested by Shirley as the hub of the sealing matrix.

With these two as the foundation, Wu Mian's method changed. At this moment, Chu Zihang could no longer stop whenever he wanted.

1410.

what should I do?

Chu Zihang thought.

There is no doubt that he is a natural hunter with a dragon personality, and his combat intuition is terrifying. The skills Chu Zihang learned in the Children's Palace, Kassel, and even Lu Mingfei are very useful to him with a dragon personality. Said, but the icing on the cake, even if all these are discarded, he is far from the dragon's own opponent.

It must be admitted that dragons are a race born for fighting, at least this is the case for Chu Zihang in the dragon state.

His talent is already strong enough. Using the same fighting skills as Chu Zihang is nothing more than a cat-and-mouse mentality. After all, all Chu Zihang's studies and training were also experienced by him as a dragon. This is an even He knows his opponent better than himself, just like if you swing a sword against the water, it will not hurt the reflection at all, only the splashing water drops will make you wet and embarrassed.

After more than a thousand deaths, even Chu Zihang never forced his dragon self to use a second move.

This disparity is like the abyss in the nine heavens, and everyone has to despair.

Chu Zihang didn’t.

He recalled all Lu Mingfei's words.

Martial arts is never an immutable dogma. It is alive and has its own life. It will show completely different states when facing different enemies. The same set of martial arts has a different style in the hands of different warriors. What the warriors practice is Wu is a Taoist, but the skill in his hands is nothing more than the outward appearance of it all.

Remember, every battle is training.

Chu Zihang recalled the fights since the death match.

It is said that actual combat is the best and fastest way to gain combat experience.

So what actual combat can be more effective than death?

Chu Zihang has used his body to taste the battle from the dragon personality. He has used more than a thousand deaths as a textbook. Now looking back, it is time to absorb the nutrients contained in it.

1428.

1432.

1457.

The dragon-like Murasame scratched his chest, but for the first time, it didn't pierce his heart.

He survived.

The sharp claws that followed tore the boy's throat like lightning.

Before his consciousness fell into absolute darkness, Chu Zihang looked at himself in the blue-scale mask.

This is just the beginning.

1491.

Murasame and Murasame collided, the boys approached each other's faces, the two were so close, their hot breaths touched each other's faces.

This is the first time, parry.

The arms covered with green scales provided endless power like an engine. As a dragon, he waved lightly, and Chu Zihang flew away like a kite with a broken string.

This is an absolute power gap.

The earthworm shakes the tree, and the mantis arm acts as a chariot.

He is the earthworm, the mantis.

so what.

Chu Zihang hit the water of the rainstorm heavily, and every drop of rain falling from the sky was as heavy as a thousand stones. The monster with the same face as him lowered his head, and a bolt of lightning split the night, casting his silhouette, like It is a statue standing in the dark night.

The silhouette disappeared in the next second.

The tip of the nose touches the tip of the nose.

Chu Zihang felt the rough and hard green dragon scales

And that pair of burning golden eyes.

The boy didn't say anything like "I will kill you." He just looked at his dragon self quietly, waiting for another death.

But death did not come.

Qinglin's sharp claws grabbed Chu Zihang's throat.

The heavy rain hit the boy in the face, making him unable to open his eyes. However, Chu Zihang still stubbornly looked at the monster. The dragon-like personality raised his arms inch by inch. The eyes of the two boys passed through the heavy rain and pierced the darkness of the night. The momentum of thousands of troops rushing into the formation alone, determined to kill together. ,

This is him, no matter the dragon personality or the human personality, it is him, Chu Zihang.

Once you decide on something, you must do it.

A stubborn, stinky kid.

The sharp claws were released, and Chu Zihang threw his rag bag on the ground. The boy coughed twice and quickly stood up. He shook his head. His bangs had already been wet by the heavy rain. If Fingel or Lu Mingfei were here, Maybe there will also be a sentence "Please don't be so realistic."

But he won't.

Chu Zihang was ready to fight again.

As a dragon, he stirred up Murasame, and the water droplets he threw were like marbles. He looked at the fragile and incompetent human personality indifferently. He didn't know that Wu Mian method had many magical powers. Even in the initial stage of resting his mind, he He also secretly acquiesced. After all, this method, in the final analysis, was not only an opportunity for Chu Zihang, but also an opportunity for him.

If he is the last surviving being after devouring human personality, then there will probably be another scary guy in this world.

The heavy rain gradually subsided.

As a dragon, he stepped back, disappeared into the darkness, and disappeared.

The boy was the only one left on the highway.

It's about to end.

No.

It's a pause.

Chu Zihang realized something.

When Insomnia advances to the stage of death-match, the battle with the dragon personality will run through every night of the boy's future.

very good.

Chu Zihang thought.

He closed his eyes silently.

Although he didn't know why the dragon self suddenly retreated this time, he could feel that just dying a thousand times was not the limit of this battle, but he still successfully spent the night.

Moreover, whether it is the method of nourishing the mind or simply fighting skills, great progress has been made.

What he knows, he as a dragon can also know.

And stronger than myself.

Although this is the biggest problem in death fighting, at the same time, it is also the biggest benefit of the sleepless method.

What could be a more perfect teacher than a guy like this?

Lu Mingfei is too tall and too strong. It is true that he can give different guidance to each person according to their different situations, but after all, Lu Mingfei is still an outsider, not Chu Zihang himself.

As a dragon, he can do it.

There's no reason humans can't do it themselves.

Chu Zihang is convinced.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

The never-extinguishing golden eyes are even more burning.

The turbulent thick fog drove the air current and blew the boy's black hair. He found himself sitting on the roof of the river. Without any unnecessary movement, he raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. The huge tornado was like the mythical Buzhou Mountain that supports the heaven and earth. , so vast, even so vast that it can be described as great, which makes anyone who sees it feel awe and piety from the bottom of their hearts.

Somehow, Chu Zihang had an intuition that the center of the miracle of the natural disaster was his road master.

Feeling something in his heart, the boy turned around.

A group of people just burst into his sight.

That majestic man was obviously their leader.

The man saw him too.

Especially Chu Zihang's pair of burning golden eyes were so eye-catching.

The leader of the men smiled reservedly.

He reached out to Chu Zihang condescendingly. Even if one person was on the street or the other was sitting on the roof, it would not affect the majesty of the leader at all.

"Praise and cheer."

"I give you the honor of following Alexander!"

The man said solemnly.

The expected tears of gratitude did not occur.

The mongrel on the roof didn't rush over to kiss his boots.

This made Alexander feel a little unhappy.

But the king's magnanimity allowed him to suppress this slight unhappiness. Alexander could see that the black-haired boy had an amazing bloodline, and what a pair of dazzling golden eyes it was, which was really pleasing.

Alexander kept his hand outstretched and said nothing more.

All that was left on the street was the whine of air as the thick fog swept in.

Alexander was distraught to hear this.

For the sake of the boy's blood, he showed the greatest tolerance as a king.

"Come, child, stand before me."

Alexander said majestically like an elder.

"I allow you to be loyal to me. Celebrate. This will be the greatest honor in your life. Come on."

Maybe he finally felt the majesty from the king.

Common people are common people.

Alexander thought so after noticing the boy on the roof making some moves.

But, is there anything strange about this commoner's actions?

Chu Zihang turned around and looked.

After confirming, he turned around and pointed at himself with some doubts.

"Are you talking about me?"

…………

Ahead is the town's only school.

Lu Mingfei came here with Shirley.

The huge tornado moved toward the school gate.

The young man paused and looked at the petite figure not far away.

That's zero.

Zero seemed to be able to see Lu Mingfei clearly through the thick fog.

The girl nodded and quietly retreated into the darkness of the school.

"Are you Big Brother's friend?"

"Well, a very lonely child."

"That's it."

Shirley looked in the direction where Zero disappeared and waved her hands vigorously.

They walked into the school, and Shirley's appearance became obviously lively. She looked here and there excitedly, holding Lu Mingfei's hand and jumping up and down.

Shirley pointed to the corner of the playground and showed it to Lu Mingfei, chattering about their past stories.

They were all small things, like hide and seek, some games played by children, but the girl was talking about them with great joy, her little face was flushed, and she was very happy.

Shirley led the way and they walked to the classroom.

"very nice."

She leaned against the window and looked inside.

“It’s the same as before.

The girl stood on tiptoes, with shining eyes, Lu Mingfei looked at her quietly, without urging or speaking, just accompanying her.

"Let's go, teacher!"

She turned her head, looked at Lu Mingfei from bottom to top, and said with a smile.

"It's time for class!"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Then why don't you go back and sit down quickly?"

The girl cheered, opened the door, and jumped to her seat.

This series of actions was so familiar and so smooth that she had probably rehearsed it thousands of times in her dreams. Until now, the dream had come true.

Shirley should have sat down naturally.

But she stopped at the last moment.

The girl stared at her seat for a long time, with many expressions on her face, including confusion, panic, disbelief, and even fear.

She stumbled back.

"teacher."

The only voice in the classroom was the girl's lone voice.

She looked at Lu Mingfei helplessly like a lost child.

That look is really uncomfortable.

"Is this a dream?"

Shirley asked.

Lu Mingfei was already standing on the podium and was looking around the classroom with interest. After listening to the girl's words, the young man turned his head and looked away.

He actually made a serious face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You must have not done your homework well yesterday. Hurry up and sit down in your seat. It's time to go to class!"

The girl immediately sat on the stool like a frightened little rabbit, with her arms folded obediently, her mouth pursed and looking straight at the podium, with a scared look on her little face.

The next moment, both people in the classroom laughed at the same time.

He laughed so hard that he lost all his image.

The makeshift teacher supported the podium and held his stomach.

The student girl leaned back, flopping and kicking.

"OK OK."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand and cleared his throat.

Shirley finally sat down in her seat obediently.

The child's eyes were so bright that they seemed to be shining.

"It's about to begin."

"Um!"

Lu Mingfei knocked on the table.

"Attend class!"

No warning and no preparation.

Just like that, a miracle happened.

A childish voice sounded from a seat in the front row.

"stand up!"

Shirley stood up subconsciously, and then realized that there was... a girl in the classroom, looking around in surprise.

One child after another appeared in the seats.

This is a miracle that even the greatest magicians dare not imagine.

Time seems to be flowing backwards in the classroom at this moment.

The mottled walls and gray cobwebs were all gone.

Instead, the windows were bright, showing how the school looked in Shirley's memory.

And, back then...everyone.

Shirley looked at everyone and every familiar face in surprise. She noticed that Love, the troublemaker in the class, was still secretly making faces at Lu Mingfei on the podium, and then a piece of chalk hit him accurately. It hit this guy's forehead, and poor Love held his head in pain. Not to mention how funny it was.

Shirley couldn't help but laugh, but soon, she immediately covered her mouth, put on a straight face, was serious and even somewhat solemn, and bowed deeply to the podium together with everyone in the class.

The children said in unison.

"Hello teacher!"

"Hello students!"

The people on the podium pressed their hands.

"Please take a seat."

There was a rustle of chairs.

Lu Mingfei glanced at a little boy in a neat suit in the back row of the classroom. The guy was winking playfully at him. Speaking of which, among the people who just taught "Hello, teacher", this guy was the one who yelled the loudest.

Noticing his own gaze, the little boy folded his hands neatly and straightened his upper body, pretending to be listening attentively. Lu Mingfei bet that the little boy's demeanor was worth at least a small flower. Safflower, the kind that sticks to your eyebrows and reflects light.

Well, forget it, seeing as how cooperative you are, I'll spare you this time.

Lu Mingfei turned around, picked up the chalk and swiped it on the blackboard.

"Wu."